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Writing is easy. Sometimes. You just sit down and let the words drip out of your mouth onto the paper (or computer). Sometimes they flow fast. Other times they slop out slowly.
My passport photograph looks like a pissed-up silkworm. My graduation photo is all velvet tentacles and dark rags. My first memory is of the credits sequence of the Sweeney Todd remake.
Seph's eyes twinkled as she replied, "You guys are awesome, enough said. I think I left my whiskey somewhere though...
Prologue- After running out of ideas.
You stumble upon a cave; You stare deeply into the sticky black, almost syrup-like darkness.
You may have noticed, my friends, a certain delay In my posting of a new Opuss today. Fear not. I've not left, I couldn't do that, Opuss is my favourite metaphorical cat.
'At the end of class, all of the students were preparing to leave. All of a sudden, the professor slammed a chair on to his desk.
I killed a man once, Twice, many amore. He did'nt mind Coz he was beating my score. So many places to go and explore. No wonder I'm here. behind my closed door. This is my temple, my home.
Heaven for some can be hell for another. I don't believe that God exists but if he does, he would be dissapointed. 'I do' are words often missconsepted.
( with apologies to Mr.
I was walking down the back lane this morning. It was the first day of March, and there was still a light dusting of icing sugar frost on rooftops and cars.